Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Damn, that was hot. His own cock still drooled with need, so he took a second to work Liam open a bit so as not to hurt him.
“Tate, I’m not kidding. Fuck prep and fuck me.”
“So fucking bossy,” Tate muttered with a snicker as he withdrew his finger. He smoothed his lubed hand over his cock, transferring the slick moisture, then he notched the tip against Liam’s hole. His lover barely sucked in a breath before Tate drove inside.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” Liam shouted. “That’s what I wanted.”
“Really?” he said as he tried to keep his eyes from crossing. Liam’s strangling heat did that to him every time. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Fuck. Off,” Liam said around his mixed laughter and moans.
Tate kissed his way up Liam’s back as they took a second to adjust to the overwhelming sensations. “Gimme that mouth,” he muttered when he reached Liam’s face.
Liam turned his head, and they kissed as Tate fucked him. The angle was awkward, and there wasn’t an ounce of finesse, but the sloppy, desperate kiss had him drilling into Liam until the bed slammed into the thin wall, rocking the entire trailer.
“God, Tate, so good. Nothing better,” Liam practically wailed as Tate nailed his prostate. They’d done it enough times over the past few months that Tate had him memorized inside and out. They’d also done it enough times to be considered addicts, but Tate saw no problem with that. He was happy to give Liam his fix as often as necessary.
“Love you, Luxe,” he whispered before sucking on Liam’s neck in a way that had him moaning.
“Love you too.”
Tate thrust harder, sucked stronger.
“Oh, yes, Tate. Love you, love you, love you.”
He grinned as he reached around and took his man in his hand.
This right here—the love, the laughter, the pleasure, the closeness, the acceptance—this was worth every agonizing day he’d spent hiding his true self.
Life wasn’t perfect. Tate was nervous as hell about being a business owner. He’d had more than half a dozen meltdowns in the past few weeks, convinced he’d fail before he started, but Liam was there to talk him off the ledge every time. They had the stress of Ducky’s impending trial looming over their heads, and neither was deluded enough to think construction on the studio would be without its hiccups, but days like today and moments like this reduced every mountain they faced into a small bump in the road.